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The newborn morning sun has disappeared before it rises, looking at the scattered early sun and the fallen Hu army, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Shen Tuhua's mouth, raised his eyes to look at Wuming, and looked at Wuming from afar.

Looking at Wuming, Shen Tuhua's eyes gradually became sharper, and the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger, and a fighting spirit began to slowly grow, and the meaning was already very clear, he wanted to fight with Wuming!

Wu Ming also looked at him, watched his momentum gradually become stronger, watched his combat power gradually soar to the sky, and then, turned around, closed his eyes and continued to chant the scriptures.

The momentum of the whole body suddenly had nowhere to vent, and the battle intent of the whole body had no place to target, Shen Tuhua's face suddenly showed a trace of annoyance, but after a while, it was replaced by a smile, and he looked at Wu Ming meaningfully, and the battle intent did not decrease at all, but became stronger and stronger.

"Interesting!"

Raising his feet and walking over, Shen Tuhua looked at Wuming and Wuxin in front of him with interest, also sat cross-legged, folded his hands, and said calmly: "The master is a disciple of Buddhism?"

Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes and nodded, "Poor monk Wu Ming, a disciple of Master Huikong of the Chen State Prison Demon Temple." ”

"I'm his junior brother Wuxin!"

Shen Tuhua glanced at Wuxin, but he didn't pay attention to it, Wuxin saw that he didn't care about himself, and he didn't get angry, and continued to watch the excitement on the sidelines.

"Well, the disciples of Buddhism are purified and have few desires, how can Master Ming come here?"

"The heart is empty, and everything is empty. ”

"When you come here, you can't avoid killing and fighting, since the master said that everything is empty, is the killing also empty?"

"Those who have an empty heart have no blood, no obsession, no desire to take over. ”

Shen Tuhua snorted lightly and said in a low voice: "Master, the monks have compassion in their hearts, and saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, right?"

"Yes!"

"Look over there!" Shen Tuhua pointed in one direction, and in the distance were Yu Hazy and Shi Mogu, who were seriously injured and dying on the ground, "Master, since your heart is empty, then killing is also empty, and fighting is also empty, if you don't fight with me, or if you don't win, I will kill them, and you can save them, you can kill me, you can defeat me, anyway, it's all empty, you save two lives with air, wouldn't it be better to create a fourteenth-level floating slaughter, how?"

"Disputes between right and wrong, which is right and which is wrong, what is the point, war or not, are all demons of the donor, the donor forces the poor monk to fight, why is it not that he is fighting with himself?"

"Poof!"

Shen Tuhua laughed out loud, slowly turned into a big laugh, laughed for a long time, suddenly stopped laughing, got up suddenly, and pointed at Wuming with a murderous face: "Bald donkey, I'm too lazy to tell you these things I don't understand, today you can fight, you have to fight if you don't fight, if you don't defeat me, I will definitely kill both of them, and the two of you!"

"Amitabha, donor, let go of the demons in your heart and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Didn't you say put down the butcher's knife? you want me to let go of my demons!"

"The benefactor's demon is the donor's knife!"

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, let's take it!"

Shen Tuhua shouted angrily, jumped up suddenly, and a ten-zhang long knife suddenly appeared between his hands, this knife was extremely realistic, glowing with cold silver light, and there was even a thunderbolt flashing on it, and the momentum was quite huge!

"Thunder Knife!"

Slashed, the rumbling sound suddenly rose, the dust flew, the gravel burst out, and the ground directly cracked a crack dozens of zhang long, but the smoke and dust dissipated, Wu Ming's expression was flat, Wu Xin coughed and fanned the dust from time to time, but both of them were next to the crack, and they were not hurt in the slightest, as if the knife was deliberately cut off.

"Stinky monk!

Seeing that Wuming was so indifferent, Shen Tuhua was a little angry, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed it violently, but saw a huge black palm suddenly appear on the top of Wuming's head, and grabbed it at his head.

"Amitabha, why is this benefactor?"

Wuming stretched out two fingers and gently pointed upward, but saw that the pitch-black palm was directly penetrated by a golden light, and the "Peng" turned into endless black smoke, but when the golden light shone on, it all disappeared.

The ghost hand dissipated, but it was not over, Shen Tuhua stepped forward, slammed the hand knife, and cut out a knife, but it was towards the heart of enlightenment.

But he also underestimated Wuxin, although Wuxin's strength was not as good as Wuming, but what could be here was at least the Tianyuan Realm, but he could see Wuxin's hands folded, and a golden translucent palm the size of a zhang suddenly appeared in front of him, easily blocking the sword.

"Yo, I underestimated you!"

Shen Tuhua sneered, and when he opened his mouth, he let out a loud roar!

"Roar!"

But seeing the circle of sound waves enveloping Wuming and Wuxin, the strong piercing sound made Wuxin, who was not strong enough, cover his ears stiffly, but his face was still full of pain. Wuming still looked flat, but after seeing Wuxin's pain, he shook his head slightly, stood up, and blocked Wuxin behind him with one hand.

"Amitabha!? With the Great Bhikshu Sangha, Thousand Two"

The scriptures slowly spit out from Wu Ming's mouth, turning into big golden characters, which were on par with the sound wave, and they were frozen in mid-air. Wuxin behind him lost the attack of the sound wave, and suddenly relaxed, and raised his eyes to look, but he happened to see Wuming blocking in front of him, and the tall and majestic back made Wuxin stunned.

"True Buddha"

Wuxin suddenly seemed to have an understanding, sat cross-legged, and the same scriptures were read out of his mouth, and they also turned into big golden characters, against Shen Tuhua's sound waves, and the golden light on his body was also unprecedentedly great, at this moment, Wuxin's cultivation suddenly improved a lot.

Seeing the stalemate, Shen Tuhua immediately closed his mouth, the sound waves dissipated, Wuming also stopped chanting, and the two sides returned to calm again.

"Ordinary spells can't deal with you anymore, I didn't expect you to be so powerful as a monk, I don't believe it, I can't even beat you as a monk with all my strength!"

Shen Tuhua stretched out his right hand, his thumb nail was scratched in the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly a red line appeared, and then he wiped the Qiankun ring on his left hand, and his fingers were holding a crystal clear pearl.

This is fairy power!

Shen Tuhua's face showed a solemnity, and he pressed the drop of immortal power into his forehead, quickly formed a few handprints, and shouted: "Immortal art, silver pupils!"

But seeing that the blood line between the eyebrows was opened, revealing an eye with a silver pupil, as soon as the eyes appeared, Wuming and Wuxin suddenly rioted with Buddha power all over their bodies, the golden light dissipated, and the two trembled uncontrollably, at this moment in front of Shen Tuhua, they were like two mortals.

Shen Tuhua put his hands together, his whole body was clicking, and he looked at Wuming with a sneer.

"Now, let me abuse you well!"

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